"Right, of course," she said, with a cheeky sort of smile as though she was in on a secret. Which she was, in a way; she had a whole wealth of letters from him carefully catalogued back in her room, and no one in this bar was ever going to know about them. She closed her notebook, tucking the ribbon bookmark and the various scraps and rough edges of paper in to tidy it as though she were preparing to leave. "That's alright, you know. Fundamentally changing things is my job."
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